Now Davy did each lad surpass
That dwelt on this burn side,
And Mary was the bonniest lass,
Just meet to be a bride.
Blithe Davy’s blinks her heart did move
To speak her mind thus free,
“Gang down the burn, Davy, love,
And I will follow thee.”
Her cheeks were rosy, red, and white,
Her een was bonny blue,